[h2]Derald Smith[/h2]
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[color=8493ca]“Ach! When was the last time somebody cleaned this car!?”[/color] Derald exclaimed and stepped out of the car as quickly as possible as soon as they arrived at the place. Multiple water bottles fell off at his feet as soon as he opened the car door and made his exit. 



Clearly, it was not a fun ride for the mafiaso as he felt his legs all numb up from being cramped for about an hour, travelling inside this compact vehicle. Not to mention the number of drive-thrus they have to go through on the way there. Despite being highly resistance to poison, Derald tasting an ample amount of that good ol’ American fast food did a number on his stomach, making him a bit queasy during the travel.



This company car has seen better days, as it is used for some sort of mobile workshop for their boss. One of the leading mages of astronomy living inside a sedan, who would have thought?



[color=8493ca]“Seems like a quiet neighborhood. It would be a damn shame if a demon started terrorizing this place.” [/color]Derald snorted as he lit up a cigarette, skimming the area.



Derald decided to stay with the investigation team, rather than meeting Ms. Fatma and her child himself. Too many people visiting her place might agitate this so-called ‘demon child’. 



[color=8493ca]“I’m quite familiar with the area since my pad is not far from here.”[/color] He said to the group, protecting his eyes with his hand from the sun while looking up at the huge signage ‘Pearlwind Hotel’ from afar.



[color=8493ca]“So this is the profile of one Evan Amari, and his school is New Covenant Christian Academy, this is probably my best lead to test my theory. To see if anyone knows him personally. You know what they say, it takes a village to raise a child. I feel like Ms. Amari has skipped a few deets about her son.”[/color] He said, checking his phone.



[color=8493ca]“You’re welcome to tag along if you like; that way, we can cover more ground.”[/color] He said before leaving.



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As Derald was fast approaching the school zone, He began his ritual while crossing the street. He waved his cigar in the air as if he were writing something in the wind with its smoke. He then crushed the cigarette stick in his palm and smothered its ash across his scarf. 

At this moment, the man called Derald was no more. His cover up from normal eyes is in effect. If anyone ask what Derald look like, there's a ninety percent chance they would mess up his description.

He was a nobody; his identity is undefined. He wasn’t a mage. He was a nobody, like a face in the crowd.

Derald pondered and saw a street sweeper bearing the academy's logo. Perhaps this is a good way to start the investigation.

He approached the janitor all friendly, claiming to be his workmate, and asked if he knew a student named ‘Evan Amari’ and even if he doesn’t, He suggested that the janitor should take the day off and go home, offering to take his place for the day. 

Despite being a 3rd-rate mage. Derald knew a thing or two about hypnosis. It isn’t memory-altering or complete Rasputin mind control level, but it can be persuasive to normal folks.